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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.

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four. [timeskip] 2/2

[timey_wimey]

Of course it would be the Doctor's Tenth that came to see him at the end. Of all the bodies and personalities he'd taken over the years England had known him, it was his Tenth that was the most sentimental of them all, maybe even the most human. The man who would claim to never give a second chance, and then just keep giving them anyway because of how attached he got. The man who would apologise for not being able to do anything even if there was no other choice.

It was still a shock to see him there, though, his face serious, almost pained. "'Lo, Arthur," he said, but before he could say anything else, England cut across him.

"Don't you dare start saying sorry," he warned him. The Doctor looked astonished, his eyes and mouth opening comically wide, before he shut his mouth with a small pop. Then, wordlessly, he came and sat down next to England, his eyes almost unbelievably sad.

"I thought you'd be one of the last to go," he said sadly. "Still hanging in there?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Barely," he sighed, looking up at the stars. He wondered how many of his people, or people who had used to be his, were up there. Where they were, what they were doing. "I almost wish it had been quicker than this."

The Doctor gave a small smile. "'This is the way the world ends...'" he quoted. England snorted.

"T.S. Eliot can take his poetry where the sun doesn't shine as far as I'm concerned right now." He bit his lip, frowning. "Does it hurt?" he said finally, abruptly. The Doctor's brow furrowed.

"What, dying?" he said. England nodded shortly. The Doctor shook his head. "Nah. Not really, not the dying itself. It happens in a second and once it's over, well..." He sucked in a breath and swallowed, looking away, and it suddenly occurred to England to wonder where the Doctor was in his own personal timeline. Was he facing the death of his Tenth already, and that was why he was here? "Regeneration hurts a lot more than actually dying," the Doctor said suddenly, making an effort to be jovial, "but you don't need to worry about that. But no. It doesn't hurt."

He reached out and took England's hand and squeezed it. "I'm still sorry, you know," he said softly. England allowed himself a smile and shook his head.

"I know, you daft git."

The Doctor's shoulders shook for a moment with silent amusement, but that didn't stop him suddenly leaning over to envelop the Nation in a tight hug. There wasn't much else England could do but hug him back.

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............. o-oh my god, fel

/cries forever

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I-I'M SORRY if it makes you feel any better I cried while writing it ;A;